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INTERPRÉTATION
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Chant
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Chant
21 Savage
21 Savage
Chant
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Paroles/Composition
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Paroles/Composition
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Paroles/Composition
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Paroles/Composition
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Paroles/Composition
Gregory Davis
Gregory Davis
Paroles/Composition
Hunter Brown
Hunter Brown
Paroles/Composition
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Production
TM88
TM88
Production
Akachi
Akachi
Production
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brian Cruz
Brian Cruz
Ingénierie de prise de son
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistance d’ingénierie
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistance d’ingénierie
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kurt Bradley
Kurt Bradley
Assistance d’ingénierie
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistance d’ingénierie

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We The Best Music Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Another one Hmm-mm, hmm-mm DJ Khaled He a bitch, he runnin', he screamin' for help We gon' get him as soon as he tired (yeah) I seen bitches get over they feelings for niggas some hours after he died Half the city be bap, the niggas who rap be cap, the niggas be lyin' I told bro'nem, "On foenem (yeah), the feds be watchin' the live" (foenem) And, I'm pushin' P, beefin' with my Drac', I'm Pusha T I go to Phlavz when I'm in Chicago, my brother the owner, I'm eatin' for free I brought a million in cash around, so stop tellin' niggas you bigger than me (bigger than me) I'm gettin' money, he gettin' money, feel like Big Meech and Southwest T (man, what?) I'm with Khaled Khaled, throw your hood up, bitch, you 'bout it, 'bout it (throw your hood up) Need that 'Rari truck, put me on that list, I gotta have it And, I wanna see Cardi and Nicki (what else?) In the city, I ride with my blicky (what else?) How you mad she be poppin' her titties? (What else?) How you mad I pop prescription? (What else?) How you mad I'm on the block with gremlins? (What else?) War time, don't sit by the window (What else?) This a Patek, this not a Cartier, time is different Man, what? (Man, what? Man, what?) Keep goin' (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) This a wide body, these ain't stocks though He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go? In a opp party, you did not go He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat He spinnin', spinnin'-spinnin'-spinnin', can't even breathe, ayy We on the streets, better call on G-O-D, ayy This a wide body, these ain't stocks though He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go? In a opp party, you did not go He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat Woah Rari' squat low to the flow, wake up, hustle all I know Rolex cost a hundred times four I'm from the bottom, I used to be poor Half a milli', you want me to choke My car haunted, I'm drivin' a Ghost I told the chauffeur, "Pick up a hoe," she like "Bae, I can't open the door" Too much smoke, the bulletproof the only car I slide in Movin' casket, bought a 'Cat and that's the car he died in (21) Court system in my bedroom, only place I lied in (21) I took a Hollywood bitch to Starlight and I got head at the drive-in (21) Chop a nigga block like a tight end (straight up) Say you a stepper, who died then? (pussy) Niggas in the middle get boxed in (21) We don't cry 'bout it, we go spin (21) Pateks ain't shit, I got ten (21) I make money, I don't make friends (21) Can't get with it, they'll hate then (21) Everybody G.O.A.T.s, I'm an ape then (21) You the type to walk, cray sayin' (21) I'ma buy a house with the lake then (21) You wanna save these thot hoes (21) You can put on a cape then (21) Man, what? (Man, what? Man, what?) Keep goin' (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) This a wide body, these ain't stocks though He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go? In a opp party, you did not go He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat He spinnin', spinnin'-spinnin'-spinnin', can't even breathe, ayy We on the streets, better call on G-O-D, ayy This a wide body, these ain't stocks though He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go? In a opp party, you did not go He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat
Writer(s): Khaled Khaled, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Rodrick Moore, Hunter Brown, Corey Moon, Durk D Banks, Abraham-joseph Sheyaa Bin, Gregory Davis Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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